- Mein Freund! What's with the happiness? Did you see a green bird?

Kurt is one of the guys I admire because even while sparring with me in the new version of the Danger Room, he manages to multitask. I was demolishing a hologram of some evil alien in zero gravity and couldn't gather my thoughts to respond to him! I plunge both my claws into the creature's abdomen and exert force outward, slicing it in half. A bit out of breath, I ask the room to pause the simulation:

- Am I that different, bub? I don't notice...

- Ja! You're fighting much better because you seem lighter...

- Of course! We're in zero gravity, Kurt! - I can't resist a joke.

He gives me a stern look and "BAMFs" away, reappearing in the control room while waving goodbye and pressing the button to cancel the simulation, causing me to plummet about 20 meters. I use the opportunity to practice my landing, aiming to hit the ground with my shoulder, then rolling to absorb the impact.

- That's not fair, man! But it did help me improve my landing.

- See! That's what I'm talking about! Before, you'd be cursing up a storm; now, you see the upside to everything! Even when Bobby froze your feet in the pool, you found a silver lining in that tasteless prank! In the old days, my friend, you would've made a big fuss and tried to get revenge on him.

- But revenge is a dish best served cold, Kurt. At least, that's what they say... I need to try it out, and I haven't forgotten that slight! But I'm glad you noticed something different and that this difference is making me better, first and foremost for myself and then for those around me. That's all that matters to me now. I'm on an internal quest, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread the word to others, okay?

- Sure thing, mein lieber. If you'll excuse me, I'll take a shower before my class.

- Damn! I forgot! Today, I also need to teach Hisako's class!... Thanks!

The week passes by smoothly. With no major missions to undertake, it means the bigwigs didn't have anyone to kill, which is a relief. I've noticed my fighting has indeed improved in the Danger Room, but I'm unsure how I'd fare against another living being... I think my self-improvement has caused a moral dilemma, but there are countless ways to stop someone without killing them. And in that, I'm also one of the best!

I give some classes on mutant history and hand-to-hand combat, go out with Jean for romantic dinners without it having to end in sex, and I'm even questioned about it, can you believe it?! I'll never understand women! I make a romantic dinner for Scott, and he understands better than her that I just want to enjoy his company, maybe with a little kissing, but without it always having to end the same way. We watch some horror movies together, and on the day of my next appointment with the psychologist, I wonder if I need to go back. I think I'm cured of any ailment, that this is my life from now on, and decide to call her to say so:

- Hi, Laura! How are you?

- Yes, everything's fine here. And how about you, Logan?

- Can I call you with video?

- Um... But today is your appointment day. Wouldn't it be better if we saw each other in person?

- I wanted to discuss that with you, you know?

She takes a moment to respond and then says she has no problem with me calling via video. I head to my office and lock the doors. Not that it would stop some mutants from entering anyway, but it at least signals that I want privacy... When she answers, she looks somewhat sad, which I attribute to fatigue or weariness, and I begin to explain how the week had been, how close ones had reacted positively, and how much more capable I felt myself to continue like this, so why did we need to talk, right?

"Alright, I can only be so happy with your account, Logan! But I'd lie if I said this is a cure and that I could discharge you. Remember when I mentioned how the brain wants to return to normalcy? It surprised me greatly that, given your accelerated metabolism, it hasn't reverted immediately. Remember, I asked for trust and said you could count on me, correct?" - I nod positively. But my expression begins to show my doubts. So she was happy for me, but didn't consider it good enough? How long does she think I can endure therapy sessions? She was right in saying that this was as difficult as missions to help mutants across the universe... I realized how good she was at reading expressions, as her speech changed.

"It's not that this isn't desirable. I don't want you to become dependent on therapy, by any means! I want you to be independent but truly aware... So, how about we try a monthly meeting? What do you think? I still have a few points from our conversations to explore, and the fact that you haven't returned to them shows how uncomfortable they make you. Congratulations on the tremendous progress you've made. At this rate, you could be discharged in less than six months." - My expression brightens again. - "I don't think we'll need more than about six sessions to completely relieve what's holding back your true potential. Do you accept my professional advice?"

"I accept, yeah... With that fear that you might end up stirring something up that would make me go back to what I was and lose what I have now..."

"Never, Logan. This gain is yours, and no one can take it away. What could happen is a small step back, like gathering momentum for a big leap. I promise."

And she scheduled another meeting in two weeks' time.

I attended hoping to speed up this process and no longer need to be Dr. LeeAnn's patient, as indicated on the door sign. When I thought of this, something else came to mind, as if I weren't a patient, I could be something more. Who knows, maybe even a friend? I've never had a friend without benefits, and this would be a different approach from anything I've tried before.

She was dressed more casually this time, in dress pants and a blouse without a jacket and without transparency. The V-neckline complemented her face, and for the first time, she had her hair down past her shoulders. She looked at me without adjusting her glasses and said:

- What a difference, Logan, seeing you like this! I think your response to therapy has been one of the best in my career. Even your choice of clothes has changed; you're more laid-back and with a more receptive look. Congratulations! Come on in. I've changed things around here a bit.

And indeed, the interior had been redecorated - new desk, new three-seater sofa. Now there was a cushion inviting reclining. The color scheme had been altered, with one wall dark and the others light, and the desk was against the right wall. The therapy setup was closer to the window now, receiving more natural light, and there were two pots with real plants. When I looked on the table, my eyes lit up:

- It's good that some things never change! Phew! - I exclaimed as I grabbed several gummy bears and waited for her to return with the correct notebook.

She smiled at my remark, and we talked about trivialities for about thirty minutes. She jotted down several words in the notebook, then crossed her legs and adjusted her glasses, returning to the earlier written pages.

- Very good! Really excellent, Logan... You've embraced that hope, and it's reflected in every aspect of your life! Spectacular! But the change that comforted me the most was being able to continue as an X-Man without killing! Exposing this change to others and being accepted for who you are. I understand why therapy worked so well; you truly are among family, those who can perceive positive change and encourage it. My theory is that most brains that revert to their comfort zones have a destabilized environment at home, forcing them to act as they did before to maintain sanity. The fact that this isn't your case makes me very happy!

Her genuine praise made me blush. I don't remember ever being praised like this in my life... Except by Rose! Could I have the same kind of relationship with Laura? If that happened, it would be really good... But I won't bring that up now; I'll save it for the final sessions.

Again, she noted what she observed and cleared her throat to get my attention.

- Now, if you'll allow me, let's return to unfinished business, Logan... Let's talk about 'grids' and 'circus,' alright?"

When she said those words, it was like those scenes in movies where the zoom on the main character is very clear, and everything else blurs and she becomes small, fading away. I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists, and began to eject the claws from my right hand, but I didn't realize any of this before hearing her speak louder:

- Logan! Control yourself! - I shook my head and saw her looking terrified in her chair, clutching the notebook against her chest.

- Laura! Damn! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I... What the hell!... - I stood up, started pacing in circles near the door, anything to get out and leave that woman alone.

- It's okay, Logan... You don't need to blame yourself so much.

- How? Are you sure?! Do you have any idea how I saw you when I came back to reality? The scent of fear coming from you? I don't want you to be afraid of me, Laura...

- Feeling fear is common when facing the unknown; there's no problem in that. Am I still smelling of fear? Don't worry.

Indeed, her fear had passed, her heart was where it should be, and I calmed down enough to sit back in front of her.

- Do you want to talk about this experience? Which of those words triggered the rage?

- I don't know! I think both, but more 'grids'... I've been imprisoned by them several times, in various circumstances... Now, 'circus' shows me two moments in life where I had lost hope in others. In the first, it was that case I told you about, where I met Clara. I was hunted like an animal, they killed my pack, and then they imprisoned me to show off in freak shows every night... If it weren't for Clara, would I still be in that environment now? What would have become of me, right? In the second memory, which came to me just now, I was manipulated by another mutant to become a circus clown, I think his name was Revolto... Several teachers and I were hypnotized by some kind of witch and became circus performers. Man, how I hate circuses! And clowns! - and my claws want to come out again, but this time I notice and gesture to Laura that it'll be alright. - Can I let them out, to lower the adrenaline?

- Of course, Logan. I trust you completely. But I confess I'm very anxious...

- Relax. They have an unconscious component, reflexive, and a conscious one. I just want to eject them consciously, to show that there's no danger here. These memories are just that, memories!" - I didn't give her time to see the cracks properly, *SNIKT* and *SNAKT*. - There you go. We can start again...

- Alright! - still anxious, with dilated pupils, she couldn't stop looking at me.

- Do you want to ask something? I'm good...

- No! Actually, I don't have any questions, just 'wow!'... Before talking to you, I never thought about the fact that they were made of metal, but you told me that when you were a kid, they were bone, right? - I agree, running my hands over the backs. - They're incredible, Logan... And the fact that you're not using them just for killing makes them even more valuable. But I need to talk about your earlier statement first, and then we can move on to that fact. Is that okay?

- Everything's fine, Laura. You're going to delve into something quite complicated, but now I know how the impossible can become possible.

- Both circus situations you described showed someone having their will restricted, didn't they? For you, it seems crucial to be the master of your own destiny, not allowing anyone to tell you what to do or force you to do something.

- That's right. And back in Clara's time, she told me something that made me really mad, but she wasn't entirely wrong at that moment... She said I was more human when I was among the wolves than when I was trying to be a man. It was like a punch in the gut, but now I understand. Back then and for many years, I always fought against my irrational side, against actions that showed I was more animal than man. But every time I tried to do that, I made mistakes much bigger than if I had let my irrational side take over, and at that point, she was right... I created my own worst enemy the day I left Clara. I created Sabretooth!

- Well, depending on the situation, our irrational side does indeed respond better than the rational one, so full of certainties and prejudices... Irrationality also allows us to have no regrets. After all, doing something in the heat of the moment removes our rational side from the game and allows us to bluff with "I don't remember anything"... Irrationality is what allowed us to move out of caves and start building villages. To make daring leaps within what is comfortable for us. I think it's a very important part of the psyche, as long as it serves the rational and never the other way around. What do you think?

- Back then, that side wasn't so free. I didn't want to talk, things were as I rationalized them and everyone else was wrong. But I've known that's not true for a long time now... But I can't go back and fix the mess I made. I can only regret it, you know? Sometimes it sucks... And much of what happened to me, when they implanted the adamantium, I accept fine, because it came as payment for the bad things I had done before. Because of my arrogance, I made people suffer, and through it, I suffered too. Wow... - and I rested my head on the hand that was on my thigh. As I said before, hearing yourself say some things can be very enlightening...

- Are you saying that your arrogance created your enemy, and therefore you must always be at his mercy? Like paying for your sins? I got confused at this part; could you elaborate a little more, if it's okay with you?

- Look, I'm not sure. I'm only thinking about it this way now, so I'm not the authority here, okay? But it makes sense, everything he made me go through in my life, all the people he killed because they were somehow connected to me - and I hear her heart racing, but her expression doesn't show anything - since I changed his relationship with his sister, you know? I don't agree with his methods, but I think I can understand, and that's much better than what I had before! How crazy!

- Understanding those we consider enemies is important, but more important is not seeing them as enemies, just as people who are free and capable of acting differently from us under the same circumstances. Most of the evil done by others toward us is not personal. They simply do it because they can't rationalize any other way, and if we can, then we can do our part. This can consist of not giving a damn and leaving the person in the embarrassment of their act, or it can be tirelessly trying to correct the person, trying to show them another way of seeing life or, still, creating the same situation and facing it differently, showing that there is another way. None of them are right, nor are they easy, because people need to realize for themselves, as you have been doing, that there are other ways to face the same problems. Stopping blaming others for your mistakes is of utmost importance, but very difficult to be perceived by some people. Does that make sense?

- It makes sense in parts, at the same time, I don't know how not to respond in kind when someone only sees violence as a means... That's how he lives, by and for violence, Laura. By the way, I noticed you were uneasy when I mentioned him killing people connected to me as a way to hurt me, since neither of us died, and when I came to see you, I didn't think about it... I know I shouldn't, but I'm apologizing again to you...

- Is he in Krakoa? Who knows, faced with a new horizon, maybe he has changed too?

- He's in Krakoa, in a prison, literally within the Island... I think Krakoa is taking advantage of his healing factor to sustain itself, I don't know. The fact is no one cares! The guy is so vile and kills without hesitation that he was banished from living among their own. He can't find you. You're safe. And many other people too...

- That's awful, Logan... No one deserves to be forgotten. I don't think even Creed.

- You say that because you haven't tried to analyze him. What does society do with psychopaths, huh? That's what he is. Chill...

- And do you blame yourself for turning him into that? What do you mean?

- I know no one is born a psychopath - and then she raises her hand, asking permission to speak.

- Actually, science today considers it an innate condition of being... Meaning, people are born psychopaths. And if everything during their development enhances this predisposition, then you're just giving weapons to someone who already wanted to know how to shoot. You didn't specify the circumstances under which you claim to have "created" him, but recall how he was before that. What was his relationship like with his sister? And with others in the circus? Do you remember?

- Wow... That's wild! I had no idea... When you said "development," do you mean in childhood? - Laura nods, and I give her space to speak.

- I have a theory that people who work well in morgues, performing autopsies and forensics, are people who were born psychopaths but didn't find the means to express this condition in their environment. So, they feel good analyzing what criminals do, dissecting people and animals that are already dead, you know? But that's just my thought; there's no study to support it. Just a TV series. - she lets out a nervous laugh.

- Alright... Thinking now, his relationship with Clara was abusive, and she accepted the abuse, thinking it was preserving him from doing the same or worse to others. But in the end, she was actually giving him the weapons... She always forgave him, no matter what he did, since she regenerated most of the time. He left her blind in the left eye, threw acid on her. But when she told me that, she said she asked him to throw it, that she wanted to test the limits of her regeneration. Anyway... What do you think about that?

- Perfect, that's what I was looking for, and I don't need to say why. You've already expressed them very well. But not even Clara is guilty of this; she was just someone trying to show him that there were other ways to do the same thing. But when someone has psychopathy, the world is seen from another angle, moral guidelines don't make sense, as they do for most of the population, and with that, trying to demonstrate by the same measures doesn't work. In fact, there's still no answer on how to satisfactorily deal with it. Isolation, like he is now, or constant supervision. The fact is that drugs don't work on you, right?

- Oh! No drug affects us, legal or illegal... At least, not the ones I knew before Krakoa! Wait, Laura! Can we get Creed out of that dungeon with the new drugs produced from Krakoa's plants? Are you aware of them?

She smiles wryly, writes several things in her notebook, and before speaking, she looks deeply into my eyes:

- Who isn't aware of those drugs, Logan! You guys did such a spectacular marketing job that anyone who doesn't have them wants them! It would be plausible to try one of the synthesized drugs for mental disorders, but there's no precedent, right? Regardless of whether it works or not, do you see what just happened? It's the moment every therapist longs for. The moment of ego release!

- What do you mean? I'm just thinking of possibilities, you know?

- Possibilities of what, Logan?

- Of giving that jerk another chance, of... oh! I think I get it. I kinda ignored all the things he did to me and thought of a way to rescue him from there? Is that it?

- Exactly, but most importantly: what feeling did that leave you with? Shall we return to hope?

- For hope? - and her eyes sparkled, her heart raced, and she genuinely smiled, waiting for me to respond to the question. - The feeling I have is euphoria; I would be able to take you dancing if we didn't have our treatment protocol. Wow! That's amazing! For the first time, I'm not thinking about killing Creed or grateful for him being in that hole. I just want to think there's some chance of doing better. I need to talk to Hank, Laura! I need to get back to Krakoa. Thank you!

And I acted very impulsively, paid quickly, took the receipt, and, with her hand close by, kissed the back of her hand, then hurried away.

It felt like my bike was in slow motion! I wanted it to go faster, but it was already at its maximum, nearly 200 km/h. I entered in a frenzy and went straight to find Hank; we talked animatedly for about two hours and checked in our database if any of our drugs would affect Creed and for how long. Simulations were run, doses were created, and less than three hours after our conversation, I had in my hands an elixir that could make Victor different from what everyone knew. But should I leave that choice up to him? Or should I impose our discovery on him so he could have a chance to fully live a new life?

With the vial in hand, facing Hank, I laid out my doubts, and I confess he only left me more confused! I needed to think! And to think, I needed tranquility... I went as far as possible within Krakoa, on the edge by the ocean, and sat on the cliff's edge. I had changed, actually, I was almost constantly changing, but would Sabretooth want to change? Would he be capable of accepting the possibility as a gift? Or would he only accept it to be set free and return to being the jerk he always was? If that happened, who could he harm? Laura?! That risk was unacceptable... I needed to talk to other psychopaths, probe their minds, and try to understand if they wanted to change or if they were content with the pseudo-freedom they had achieved.

I talked with the Council; Hank explained how he arrived at this remedy, using a combination of two pure drugs from Krakoa and how it could help humans and even some mutants. I brought up the philosophical questions involved and asked permission to test it on some humans who agreed to be test subjects. Charles found it risky, what if there were unexpected effects:

- We can always simulate the possible effects with a DNA sample, Charles.

- I'll make it clear it's experimental. I'll have the hospital sign any documents they want. But most importantly, the patient needs to know what it does and decide if they want to be different from what they are...

And that's how I spent the month. Testing on ten volunteers from three different hospitals. We had an 80% success rate, and now we needed to know if this success was permanent. With this, I spent more time among humans than in Krakoa and realized how the rupture of the "most evolved species on the planet" status made them fragile and fearful. The smell of fear was everywhere, unlike before. Unlike what I remember... I kept questioning if the mutant dream could be so imposed. When did we become so arrogant?!

I recounted my entire odyssey to Laura at our monthly meeting, including these questions of mine. She offered some insights:

- Logan, before Krakoa, humans lived their lives and found the existence of mutants fantastic, until the Brotherhood showed up and showed how much damage powers in the wrong hands can do. So, we got used to their violence; after all, power in the wrong hands also left many stains on History. Every paradigm shift generates uncertainties and fears. That's what's happening now. Our brain will adjust our fear threshold because no body can live with adrenaline at 100% all the time. We'll get used to it and keep bothering those who think we're a dying breed. Because for every creature born, there's a 50% chance of being sapiens or superior. I don't see anything worrying.

- If we had more of you among us, it would be a smoother transition, right? If ordinary people could see that we live in Krakoa and not that we're building an army on the Island, I think that would help?

- That would be amazing, but the skeptics wouldn't be convinced, don't forget that, okay?

- Ah! We can't do everything, I know. But not doing what we can because we're afraid of doing something new shouldn't be a problem. I'll talk to the Council. Try to organize excursions to Krakoa, who knows!...

- A laborious and beautiful plan! When there's a group formed, I want to be among them, okay? It must be fascinating!

- You want to see Krakoa? Really? Alright! I'll do what I can, but I understand that I've changed, not necessarily them. So when I return to the Island, I'll have a conversation with Creed and see if he wants to volunteer to use the remedy. Let's see what response I get and what effect it will have on him. It's all a big mystery, but worth trying!

- Hank must be fascinating to talk to. What cleverness in mixing Krakoa's pure drugs to create a drug that targets a specific disorder.

- Apart from his annoying Shakespeare quotes, yes, it's great to talk to him. He's someone always interested in peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants. He'd like to meet you, Laura! - already thinking about the possibility of the big guy having another human girlfriend.

- I think we'll end our session early today; I don't want to start this subject with only half an hour left, okay?

- Sure! And if before we meet again, I manage to arrange a tour of Krakoa, I'll call you on your cell, okay?

I left with my heart full of possibilities. In Krakoa, I sought out Cypher and asked him to accompany me to Creed's dungeon. I needed the Island's authorization to access where Victor was. And while I was there, I had to make sure Krakoa treated him well, as expected for a prisoner. Placing my hand on the ground, the mutant manages to contact the Island's consciousness, and an opening appears:

- Should we enter or wait for her to bring Creed?

- We enter, Logan. I kind of mentioned your idea of checking on how he's being treated. Was that okay?

- Of course. We have nothing to hide, right?

We entered using some vines and descended. There was no more light when we touched down. Cypher's arm illuminated and the Warlock part that appeared let out a scream as it illuminated one of the walls. Both of us turned towards it and saw a silhouette of what seemed to be Victor Creed, covered in earth and mushrooms, apparently dead.

- What the hell! Can you ask Krakoa what this is?

And after touching the other hand to the wall, he replied:

- "The Council made it clear he was my prisoner, under my terms, there was no chance of him being released, so I am feeding off him." - and the mutant said this with some reluctance in his voice.

- Is that all she said, Cypher?

- Actually, she kind of kicked us out of here... Said she gave up on showing us her prisoner; even though I explained we're here with the Council's approval.

- I'm not leaving, man! If you don't think she's bluffing, get out before she buries you here. I'm only leaving with what's left of Creed!

We both heard a crackle, and the mutant commented it was her voice saying, "Tour concluded," as the walls began to move and close in. I looked astonished at the blonde and shouted, "run!" Warlock detached and morphed into a subway digger, clearing a path for his friend to climb. I ran in the opposite direction, in the dark, relying on my memory and scent, and began to dig to free the body of the mutant who had caused me so much harm and to whom I had also done my share of damage. As soon as I felt something heavy in my arms, I began the hard journey upwards, carrying someone much larger than myself and digging with only one arm. I never lost hope, and it grew when I started hearing Warlock's sound through the earth. It didn't take long for him to find us and help me bring Creed's body up.

Krakoa didn't take the rescue well, causing the entire ground to tremble and, like a spoiled child, rumbled like thunder, forcing us to comply with our agreement. I was going to try to argue, but before I knew it, I was floating, just like Cypher and Victor's body. I looked up and saw Jean smiling:

- If I hadn't come to your rescue, huh, kitty?

- Ah! Jean! I'm always happy to see you, but right now I'm very happy, love! How precise!

- If it weren't for Cypher's fear, I'd never have been able to find you guys! Where do you want me to take this decomposed body, darling?

- Take us to Hank, please? He'll know how to help... The worst part is that I can't comfort Krakoa, since if the elixir works, Creed will be able to stay among us...

- Relax, Loggie. Krakoa takes a while, but she'll understand, and we'll need to discuss the treatment she gave him, that's for sure...

It took another half hour for her to calm down; all the telepaths tuned in to send vibrations of balance and understanding, and while I tried to see with Hank if Victor was still alive, Jean took Cypher to the Council to narrate what he had seen.

Hank immersed the giant in a tub with organic material that could easily be absorbed, and also connected the blonde to a nanosafety network, in case he was still the Sabretooth we left in the pit.

- There doesn't seem to be any sign of life, my friend... I think Krakoa achieved what many of us have tried. - and he assumed a feeling of sympathy towards that body, as if he felt for its death.

- Oh, come on, Hank! Don't be hypocritical! No one cared what she was doing with him! We were all glad no one was messing with our perfect world, weren't we?!

He was startled by my candor but had nothing to say; it was true. Even I hadn't been concerned! Seriously!

I left Sabretooth with Hank and headed to the Council, attempting to address my other ideas and the feeling I had when I was among humans. I made a very impassioned speech, saying we couldn't treat humans like this anymore, but that was to be expected if we treated a mutant the way we treated Victor!

- What are we becoming? While you're trying to convince world leaders, ordinary people are being left behind, and misinformation is causing unnecessary fear. I know I'm not the best mutant to be the public relations for this new world order, but I want permission to bring the doctors who welcomed me so well during my research to see what Krakoa is and that we're not building an army! They don't need to fear us. Or do they?

I felt at ease with everything I said. Currently, it was my truth, and I know even that was dynamic. I wait without agitation, take a deep breath, and release it slowly, meditating while they seem to maintain a telepathic dialogue. Until Magneto says:

- I speak for everyone when I say that of all the mutants of Krakoa, you are the one who has changed the most in recent months. A change that, despite being painful to admit, has been for the better and for the good of all, Logan... The dedication with which you teach your classes, your ability to engage in combat without causing irreversible damage, and the way you've faced each situation have shown us an angle we've missed, because we've been so committed, as you said, to world politics! We're not comfortable with a mutant who can't be read telepathically, but we understand that hasn't isolated you or stopped you from seeking the best for Krakoa.

- We are in Krakoa by its mercy. I know it's a thin line, and I know Creed doesn't matter to anyone, so why compromise the security of so many for a despicable being? I had to bring this up with you here, Logan. Since Mr. Ramsey witnessed something you carried him to. – I didn't even respond to Shaw's statement; I just turned and gave him a cold stare...

- I won't make a speech, Logan. I'll just ask that your idea of bringing human doctors to see Krakoa be put to a vote. Mr. Creed's issue will be addressed more carefully in subsequent sessions. – that's Charles Xavier's final statement.

From the table where Charles, Apocalypse, and Magneto sat, only the latter raised his hand. Then came three "no" votes from Mystique, Mister Sinister, and Exodus. Emma and Kate raised their hands, and Sebastian Shaw did not. And in the Summer session, everyone raised their hands; Kurt, Jean, and Ororo were in favor of humans getting to know Krakoa intimately, not just one of the branches that existed worldwide.

And by one vote, Logan almost had his petition accepted by the Quiet Council... If it weren't for Krakoa's negative vote.

- She's not fit to vote after an episode of rage, come on?! – I threw the words, also enraged.

- So you're saying this Council's vote can be questioned, Logan? I think you've spent too much time among humans... To the point of no longer recognizing Krakoa as the true host it is. – Sebastian pronounced each word, savoring them like fine wine. I had already figured out what would come next, and to not give him that satisfaction, I shot back:

- You're right, Shaw! I don't want to be in Krakoa anymore, since this "amazing" host kept one of ours in a dungeon and also decides who can and cannot enter, right, Kate?! The moment something like this happens and we turn a blind eye, it's a worrying sign! I don't know how long it will take, I'm not a fortune teller to predict our future, right, Mystique – and I felt all the anger from the blue mutant directed at me, for they hadn't fulfilled their part and brought back her wife, Destiny, to life – but what I do know is that a people's blindness can be their downfall! I've lived through many wars, and the side that was arrogant always lost... You'll know where I've stayed when I find a place, and everyone, without exception, will always be welcome, but don't come and tell me how to live or what I have to accept to continue having a "dream life," got it? Often, the price is too high. Are you willing to pay it? I'm not...

And I matched my words with action, stomping heavily and leaving that meeting. I needed to talk to Hank and see if there was any sign of life in Creed.